Dubstep worries me. Every time I see it describe a band, I cringe a little inside. I don’t know why I do this, maybe I’m not English enough? Maybe I’m not tough enough? Honestly, when people ask me what my literal beef is with dubstep, I have a difficult time explaining. So when I saw Shit and Shine’s new offering was going to be dubstep based, I had two thoughts:

1. Perhaps these guys can enlighten my mind.

2. Perhaps I’m going to start disliking Shit and Shine.

Thankfully, it was the former rather than the latter. For one, they haven’t given up any of their trademark aggression and noise. If you ever needed music to listen to while you acted in the most depraved manner possible, you could do worse than Shit and Shine. Shit and Shine are gross, disgusting, utterly foul people with the most twisted sense of humor I’ve seen since Lou Reed sang about how you shouldn’t shoot someone in the head since you’d stain the carpet.

Often you hear the phrase “the music is like getting punched in the face” but rarely does it ever apply. In Shit and Shine’s case, they don’t punch you as much as they almost suffocate you with gleeful repetition and unbelievably high volumes. Noise rock wishes they rocked this hard.

Things start off with an extremely high pitched shrill noise that blasts into right into the middle of things. From there, you’re taken down some bizarre avenues with multiple drummers and sonic equivalents of glorious car crashes. Most of this is mixed at an ungodly level and hits harder than that wimpy puss known as Merzbow.

Honestly, here is where the cathedral of erotic misery lies. Even the album’s cover gives some hint of the perversion that is advertised. “Penthouse is Must” give you the feel for some seriously creepy early 80s band gone very wrong. “20 Years” starts out with a rollicking jam before getting into the dark stuff. “Girls against Shit” drenched in huge amounts of distortion, random sound clips of auto racing…